Best Condemning Poems
In the absence of complication,
Trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
Inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
Hope of a brand-new day conquers
Disillusionments of the past
Hosting exuberance on resplendent arc,
Condemning the nights of angst
In triumphant adjudication
By the authority of a bright new dawn;
Leaving behind feelings of torments,
Emotions dispossessed, forsaken, and forlorn.
In the dread of winter, when he left her,
Beguiled by the aspirations of spring
He was her only poet laureate
Crafting her life’s laudable poetry.
She trusted him fully to write her songs.
But the man who charmed her piano keys,
As he was leaving, destroyed all the lyrics.
She is no fool in the world of romance--
Cognizant that a pretty rose has ugly thorns
And gentle winds yield to violent storms,
And marigold designs sprinkled on magenta
Mesmerizing eyes, in sight of sunrise,
Never come inspired to stay very long.
Yet, she’s moving on, enamored in new song,
Euphoric to answer call of her heart
For a new artist’s brush exalts her canvas--
Who sings her praises in verses of love
And paints her dreams in romantic themes.
Neither a blemish in her twilight skies
Nor a hint of clouds in her cosmic view
As the starlit evening wallows in full moon,
And a night of revelry scripted for two
Aspires to new horizons of sapphire hues.
November 20, 2019
Placed 1st: Complete the poem—in the absence of complication poetry contest
Sponsor: Silent One
Placed 3rd: Strand select P contest by Brian Strand
Categories:
condemning, feelings, love hurts,
Form:
Free verse
WRITTEN IN THE SAND
The Big Five—Africa’s pride in the vast open wild
Buffalo, Rhinoceros, Elephant, Leopard and Lion
Their prey—scattered Impala, Kudu and Waterbuck
On hardened dust… their footprints prevail and stand
WRITTEN IN THE SAND
The proposal day--- carefully planned- a beautiful beach
Red Roses, a Picnic, Sunrise and Diamond ring
The petals—scattered on the soft damp sea tabloid
Lover’s plea….a stick his pen, “Marry me—take my hand”
WRITTEN IN THE SAND
Early one morning--- He entered the dusty temple to teach
Scribes and Pharisees brought her in—an adulterous
Large stones…scattered for all to throw and accuse
Jesus bent down… wrote with His finger on condemning land
What was His message…..?
WRITTEN IN THE SAND
Categories:
condemning, analogy, introspection, proposal,
Form:
Heroic Couplet
Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feather prides himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam Mcdaid
Categories:
condemning, anger, conflict, fear, irony,
Form:
Political Verse
Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never appears equal
except in his alternate universe of oneness
Calamity Jane perchance is on the horizon
while war looms close by this feathers pride himself
on his big show asking for a mirror to check his orange glow
he jokes and preens fading in and out so it would seem logical
tearing down all good morals he alienates with his constant magic escapades
Sleight of hand reflections move
with this fake news it gets exposed
the big top rotates under an eclipsed lie
fire breathing condemning all those against his way
entering the arena for the next late show
Now Big Bird has been caught fibbing
just when they thought everyone was safe
getting off the band wagon or so to speak
Just signing the pact with her feathered friend
letting on they are getting on so well for the world to see buddies
Almost joined at the hip like in their loyalty reigning over truth
in this ungodly circus of the vainest sort
Where the funfair clowns abound
under fabrications an orangutan watches on
beating his chest in an ape like manner and solid hands
he has no way to express words
puffing and panting swaggers
living under thee umbrella protected from the truth’s influence
Alvin and his chipmunks sing the national anthem
while the confederate flag waves goodbye over democracy
begins the three little pigs stages as they enter the building
their houses from clay flamed with truth
ransomed for vanities sake no good ending can come
Earthquakes separate the earth
floods come with grave disaster
hurricanes winds rise from the greatest source
even this cannot deter or distract this awful Duck
one mission under a selfish chant of
quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack, quack a doodle quack
which only translates to me
only me, me only me, me only me!
a co written piece by Donna Loughman and Liam McDaid
Categories:
condemning, abuse, betrayal, conflict, deep,
Form:
Political Verse
A homeless man on a park bench
wore a tattered shirt bearing a stench.
He munched leftovers from garbage cans
with deep tanned face and unwashed hands.
He slept on a sidewalk heating vent,
pondering what life meant.
During the day at the Town Square
he avoided each condemning stare.
Every day at noon he would ply
to a large cathedral nearby,
To sit alone on the back seat –
a hungry homeless man from the street.
His eyes on the cross in front of him,
Not knowing how to pray, he said, “Hello Jesus, it’s me, Jim.”
The pastor saw the man from the street,
but they never had a chance to meet.
Then one day he noticed the empty pew,
Perhaps tomorrow he’d drift back through.
After the man was gone many days,
he wondered if he had gone away.
Later, while on a pastoral call
he met a nurse in the hospital hall.
“Come, see a man who has changed the whole staff,”
She said, suppressing tears with a laugh.
“Lately he has gone from door to door,
And has changed all of us on the floor.
“Doctors, nurses, patients – all are touched.
No one has affected us so much!”
In the patient’s room, he stood by the feet
of the homeless man from the street.
He saw a glow on his bright, washed face,
speaking so fast he could barely keep pace.
“One cold day I passed out down town.
When I woke I was hospital bound.
“I don’t know why I didn’t die.
In this room, when I opened my eyes,
“A man appeared, to my surprise,
Looking so calm, so holy and wise.
For quite some time he never spoke.
He just stood there in a long white cloak,
so peaceful at the foot of my bed,
and this is all he ever said,
‘Hello Jim, it’s me, Jesus.’”
Categories:
condemning, jesus,
Form:
Rhyme
A Nook And A Story Book Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
There was a day last week that I felt alone and sad,
I carried days of grief and would pray for sweet dreams,
I held onto a glimmer of hope when I had an idea,
to get lost in my favorite book outside on the porch swing.
Sensuality of a solitary soul with desires of social freedom,
pretty dear Edna lost inside a condemning creole heritage,
although she loved the Gulf of Mexico and New Orleans,
she had love affairs with charming men during her marriage.
Her appetite for passion wasn’t accepted in the nineteenth century,
she craved lustful intimacy when it was strictly forbidden,
Edna wanders around and finds herself within sexual promiscuity,
in a small town news travels fast, even if she wanted it hidden.
Once wedded to the rich Leonce who traveled far too often,
Edna yearned for the embrace of other appealing suitors,
fantasizing beyond all common sense of comprehension,
alas she was constantly damned by hypocritical persecutors.
Satisfactions and warm memories sooth her darkest nights,
she thinks of her affair with Robert as she closes her eyes,
so deeply did he love her, although she only craved his physique,
she wore erotic moments on her back for a disguise.
Because of her rejection of the roles as a wife and mother,
she was an outcast, a fading woman lost in fear and sorrow,
no more love and lust to quench her deep thirst,
she awakens…not wanting to face another tomorrow.
Drowning herself in the deep water of the Gulf of Mexico,
released her from her miserable anguish she called home,
no longer could another touch her the way she needed,
she ended up living her last moments in despair while alone.
This poem is about the book "The Awakening" by Kate Chopin
The original name was "Solitary Soul"
Date Written: April 28, 2016
Categories:
condemning, betrayal, books, deep, destiny,
Form:
Quatrain
Beneath thunderous waves near craggy shores
Exist in frigid seas the ancient men of cold blue
Fallen angels who now cast to earth are kind no more
Courageous seaman’s souls they look to accrue.
Imprudent men have eternally suffered
Callously the blue men of Minch, have crested the waves
Pursuing those without wit, for the challenge that’s offered
Condemning fools forever to the brinies depths and it’s caves.
Beware of the blue men and their command of the seas.
Fierce waves will extend from a flick of their tails,
Exhaling breathe launches a furious breeze
Masts shall be shattered; and shredded are sails.
Consider angels as fair, but fear the blue men of the Minch
Salvation will always encroach with a twist
Quick be the poets, whose conviction won’t flinch
Sheltered passage from verse, is the pardon, that blue men insist.
Trading verse with the devil, would be sounder for souls
Blue men of Minch have true depth to both rhyme and their prose
Brandish poems from heart and the head instead of old scrolls
Caution for that cold clench of the sea, is the poet that froze.
Categories:
condemning, blue, mythology, poetry,
Form:
Rhyme
Auld Clootie of corruption fame,
how smooth your fork-ed hiss,
deceiving hearts and tickling ears
with your sweet, seductive kiss.
Oh, master of enticement
how fragrant is your breath,
while whispering temptation,
condemning souls to death.
And in this wicked world we're
bound by your irreverent reign
'til heaven strikes a fatal blow
to your unhallowed name.
Categories:
condemning, faith,
Form:
Quatrain
It is a sin
for Gregory to be a miser
even to himself
accumulating infinite fortune
with a half-bedroom to show for it
It is a sin
for miss Zane to gain special gratitude
from her male mates.
Coming late every night
with a different driver,
parading her flashy dividends
as she becomes a model for fashion updates
It is a sin
for Sarah, not taking care of herself
with her body becoming rounder
but still feeds more than an entire Orphanage.
Initially, a very attractive young lady
but now looks like an Old sorcerer.
It is a sin
for Baker to be a clergy
and at the same time a gambler
lavishing in style and losing without remorse
Hell will let loose
if his sponsor is the Church's finance.
Regardless of his anointing,
he's still not beyond the people's wrath.
It is a sin
for Dawson to drive through many open legs
as he jumps from skirt to skirt
and acquainting himself with all forms of underwear,
playing the bad guy who never gets caught.
It is a sin
to stay idle and observe them wrongly
drawing conclusions from every action
without minding their motives or reasons
analyzing closely even while sitting from afar
giving no consideration to the human Nature
which exists in imperfection and faint stains.
It is a sin
castigating the weaknesses of others
while overlooking mine
thereby condemning the crimes I do not commit
which does not make me better either.
As much as they do not know where I faulter
Judging them makes me worst than a sinner.
Categories:
condemning, inspirational, life, pain, people,
Form:
Prose Poetry
Darkness you have a funny way of shading the light
colour coding from such a pit spinning the web of deceit
clouds within suffering victims cry to the heaven's
Shame on such corrupt souls poisoned by lies
twisting truth shows bad manners condemning justice
to speak correctly false faced inside forked tongues
Where the poor are heavily burdened inside such greed
values no longer hold the ground to address this shift backwards
principles are darned from the fabric sewn into morality
Backwards thinking science crosses a great divide in society
slavery is rising fast where the toils of labour have been reduced
to crusts little crumbs are being swept away like worthless pieces of dust
Categories:
condemning, betrayal, color, conflict, death,
Form:
Terza Rima
Airborne amongst the clouds.
Looking down on lands expanse.
Dreamlike swirls in foggy haze.
Mountain peaks rise fearlessly from surface...
Not intimidated by their height...
frigid spikes in awe of your weightless station...
...you are flying.
Movements absent of effort... sliding through airy elements with...
... just a thought.
Just a nod and then you're there, when you were just here.
Landscapes calling below... you laugh joyful...
Condemning grounds faulty gravity for crippling holds...
...in your waking hours.
Shallow elevation, mans craft at sights focus...
As you drift graciously through their skies.
Wondering of sleeping spirits cuddled below...
Do they know?
Can they feel the breezy wafts of air you leave behind?
Sun rising, painting rosy colors mixed with reds and blues...
Stark relationships with mountains darkened shadows...
Glory of Gods showmanship at your visions quest.
Moving swiftly, feeling wake upon you,
So much to know, to see, to feel. You hurry further...
...ignoring consciousness' tugging call.
Frozen breezes numb your cheeks, arms extended for winds embrace...
Pulling back to earthly vessel,
Your soul comforts into place...
...yet mind not wishing to leave its lofty travels...
reluctant, slow to waken body's senses.
You think upon the wondrous time,
You lifted soul into heavens graces,
And left your chains behind, inside that shell...
'Til daylights demand recalled,
Your spirit to its place.
And you wait anxiously for evenings call,
So another journey might begin...
But time dims hopeful dreams of flight...
And you soon forget the windy whispers,
That held you in their grasp.
But for a night and early morn...
You flew.
And Spirit held you in its soft, gentle...
Loving embrace.
Categories:
condemning, imagination, inspirational, uplifting
Form:
Free verse
“I have loved thee with an everlasting love.”*
Precious assurance from the Father above
Expressed by Jeremiah 31:3
Wondrous God’s compassion, bountifully free.
Drawing me near Him with His loving kindness
Portrays His goodness despite my sinfulness
Reaching-out to me, leaving throne of glory
To rescue me from hell’s condemning fury.
“I have loved thee with an everlasting love.”*
Precious assurance from the Father above
Expressed by Jeremiah 31:3
Wondrous God’s compassion, bountifully free.
Midst God’s love reigns bliss of sweet serenity
Vanquishing turmoil with great peace certainty
His grace protects my soul from guilt-causing pain
Offering comfort with whole forgiveness gain.
“I have loved thee with an everlasting love.”*
Precious assurance from the Father above
Expressed by Jeremiah 31:3
Wondrous God’s compassion, bountifully free.
Such inspirational verse from the Scriptures
Divinely sublime, propelling faith ventures
Securing me with the Lord’s relationship
Sealing redemption for eternal worship.
“I have loved thee with an everlasting love.”*
Precious assurance from the Father above
Expressed by Jeremiah 31:3
Wondrous God’s compassion, bountifully free.
*Jeremiah 31:3 The LORD hath appeared of old unto me, saying, Yea, I have loved thee with an everlasting love: therefore with lovingkindness have I drawn thee.
June 5, 2020
1st place, "Favorite Scripture" Premier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke; judged on 6/6/2020.
This is featured in the book, PS: It's Still Poetry - An Anthology of Contemporary Poetry from Around the World Paperback – January 1, 2022 by Inc. Arczis Web Technologies (Author), PoetrySoup (Author)
Categories:
condemning, bible, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Lyric
Attempts to cull the human unborn have caused mass controversy
despite the widespread damage this can cause to the population
under stable growth moving forward killing the weaker of our group
Whom are unable to defend themselves
from this violent abuse system ever originating
crushing morals branded as an inferior being
Devaluing it's space of origin with these loveless acts of aggression
towards another comes these deeply engraved remarks
twisting truth turns venom and drinks from the souls of those innocent bodies
Sacrificed as something rejected unworthy of love
murdered not being up to standard classified worthless
challenges the political role as lawless agendas creep
The wide scale damage this causes on society
at large it mounts up to an industry with inbuilt uncertainty
revisits our future as the signs of chaos condemning basic rights to death
Categories:
condemning, abortion, abuse, anger, animal,
Form:
Terza Rima
Holding head down he simmers in anguish
Scribbling restless shapes in red crayon
Concealing bitterness of a child forlorn.
At a tender young age he knows of divorce
Custody battles, and the pointed fingers
Of angry gestures condemning each other.
Any moment now they'll open the door
Pretending like there is love in the air.
He dashes towards her, gripping angst
Hearing Dad's words: "Say goodbye to Mom"
Hugging her tightly, tears rolling down,
Reddened eyes now piercing her sight
Wanting to ask if she understands why
He doesn't color anymore inside the lines,
As a smile uplifts from the depth of her eyes.
October 14, 2018
Categories:
condemning, angst, child, divorce, parents,
Form:
Free verse
South Of The (United States) Border...
(Reigns A Welter Of Disorder)
Caravans comprising multitudinous
peoples plodded a steady course
analogous to iron filings drawn by
strong magnetic force
gravitational pull generated
by North America
an irresistible source,
which tug felt
nearly all the way round
webbed wide world beckoning
for waves of humanity
figuratively donned as spawning fish,
toward which currently dimming
beacon of democracy flickr
Trump might extinguish
though tis quite heart
breaking to experience
vicariously as one collective soul,
these desperate folks
ambitious to seek asylum,
(and eventual citizenship),
while this "FAKE" president
invents many a...holy SMOKES
outrageous, nefarious, and malicious
dagger o type cruel barbed wire
accusing, condemning, and emasculating,
(I could continue),
but ye dear reader would tire
unless individuals
affected by xenophobia
countenance same stance
as Commander in Chief,
or contrariwise some
like minded
thinkers, rack coon sitter
the migrant situation dire,
would effectively serve me
as preaching to
the Unitarian choir,
yet any sensate
person must admit
tis quite upsetting, lamenting,
and agonizing to witness
hordes of persons treated like
some pestilential
eyesore dagnabbit,
yes this chap can
endlessly spout flibbertigibbet,
though thee crux of my opinion,
inspires a poem express
sing supportive emotions
particularly acknowledging,
how these masses (thousands)
of vulnerable individuals
show true grit,
nonetheless yours truly,
would be hard pressed
for an immediate
humane solution to corral
this extensive kit
and caboodle, though this generic guy
with a poetic knack
shakes his noggin
watching armed flack
delivered from border patrol agents/
United States military, lack
restraint, and who outright attack
trespassers at point
blank range that pack,
a deadly (Judge Judy ish
huss) punch smack
king young ones
upside the head forcing
everyone to backtrack
to their homeland of
persecution by crack
headed gang members, which thugs
violently land a deadly whack!
Categories:
condemning, abuse, america, break up,
Form:
Ballad